There’s so many rape & non-consent fantasies swirling around in my head, and I genuinely find myself asking how I would feel if any of them came true, nonconsensually. And the fact that I’m turned on by that idea really confuses me, and I don’t know how to interpret that. What does it mean if you get wet at the idea of actually being abused?

Here’s the thing: lots of women enjoy the idea. And some women are even capable of erotically metabolizing the reality, at least in hindsight. But of all the chicks I’ve talked with over the years, to a woman, they fucking hated it while it was happening.

Like war, rape is far more fun in fiction or in retrospect. In the moment, it’s just hell.